"Um," Henry said after kissing her, turning to the alarm clock to check the time. "Half past eleven; maybe we can celebrate May Day without risking a pregnancy," he joked before kissing his wife and drawing her closer. What he didn't realize was that the batteries in the alarm clock had chosen to die precisely a half hour earlier.

"That was a good practice run," Henry said before kissing his wife's head. "Maybe we should practice more often. God bless Beltane," he joked.

"Well, Beltane is the last of the spring festivals," Paige said, adding to the information she had provided earlier. "It marks the arrival of summer and is about honoring life."

"Which is why the god and goddess get a little freaky, huh?"

"Absolutely. Beltane is a time when the veils between the worlds are thinnest and the two worlds unite and the Faeries return from their winter vacations, carefree and mischievous and playful. People would place rowan branches at their windows and doors for protection on the night of Beltane because otherworldly occurrences could take place. When the veils are almost completely thin it is an extremely magical time," Paige told him. "The Queen of the Faeries rides out on her white horse and tries to lure people back to her realm. Legend has it that if you sit beneath a tree on Beltane night, you may see the Faery Queen or hear the sound of her horse's bells. If you hide your face you will be looked over but if you look at the Queen you will be spirited away to her realm."

"The only Queen I will follow into another realm is you," Henry told her and shifted her closer in his embrace, allowing her to reach up and kiss him; lingering before placing her head back on his shoulder. "What should I expect tomorrow at the celebration? I'm kind of new to the whole wicca thing."

"Well, on Beltane eve the Celts would build two large fires lit from the nine sacred woods. The Bel Fire is an invocation to the god to bring his blessings and protection to the coven. The Bel fire is a sacred fire with healing and purifying powers and celebrates the return of life. Celebrating Beltane should include frolicking throughout the countryside, maypole dancing, leaping over fires to ensure fertility," Paige said and was interrupted by Henry's comment 'let's make sure not to do that' before she continued to say, "athletic tournaments feasting, music, drinking, children collecting flowers because flowers are a crucial symbol of Beltane, they signal the victory of Summer over Winter and the sensuality in all of nature and the bounty it will bring."

"What do you think the chances of us finding anything out are?"

"If there is something for us to learn it will make itself known," Paige said placing a hand on his cheek. "We will figure this out," she told him in a determined tone, "and we will all come out just fine."

Everyone woke up early the next morning so that they could travel to the council grounds for the celebration of the sabbat. Harrison had told them that it was an all day celebration and would begin in the morning. He made a circle, anointing it with the proper herbs and spices before clasping hands with the other family members. The kids were at daycare and all but Andy and Cole were going along for the ride.

They arrived at the grounds to frolicking children and slightly sloshed adults by the look of all the open wine bottles. Harrison guided the family to a long table occupied by who must have been the council of guardians. "Councilmen Cyrus, I hope you don't mind but I've brought the Charmed ones with me to celebrate the festival."

"The Charmed Ones? An honor and a privilege," he said extending his hand to shake. "A bit unorthodox but pleasantly so, Harrison. May I ask what inspired this meeting?"

"The Elders contacted me earlier in the week to tell me they had news of my son," the guardian apprised the councilmen.

"What of the boy," Cyrus asked eagerly; his eyes brimming with excitement. "Has he been found?"

Harrison clapped Henry on the back, maneuvering him to the front of the crowd. "Indeed he has. More importantly he was found in the company of the Charmed ones; as husband to the youngest."

"So despite evil's attempts to keep the oracle's vision from coming true, fate has conspired to bring it to fruition."

"Well," Henry said addressing his father's colleague, "we were all wondering what exactly it was that my mother was supposed to deliver to the sisters. We want to find it before evil can, so that we can protect it."

Prue spoke next. "Harrison told us that the oracle has since passed away, but we were hoping the council was privy to that information."

Cyrus nodded his head. "Come, let us convene in private. What we are about to discuss should not be made known to all. This is a very delicate situation, and we don't want to disturb the celebration for everyone."

The council was made up of sixteen elder guardians, each one a part of a pair symbolic of the god and goddess during the eight stages of their incarnations celebrated on the different sabbats. Today, Cyrus and Marisol represented Beltane, and therefore were in command of the councils going ons.

"After decades of searching," Cyrus announced, "Harrison's son Henry has been found." The council members mumbled surprised comments over the new development. "More importantly so, it seems fate led him directly into the arms of the Charmed ones, the very witches his mother, Greer, was supposed to deliver him."

"Wait," Harrison said, "what do you mean by that?"

"Henry's fate has always been to come into close contact with the sisters," Marisol informed the guardian. "Our oracle advised us to keep you unaware of this fact because you may have tried to fight this; a baby would have been a great bond that might have prevented you from allowing him to be raised near the witches. It was always meant for the Halliwell family to watch over and protect Greer as she raised the boy, seeing as how the union between a guardian and charge is strictly forbidden. However, due to the prophecy, we could do nothing or else we would undo what was to be according to destiny."

"Wait," Prue said, "Greer was supposed to come to us with Henry as an infant so that we could protect them, so Henry would have been raised with us and Greer was supposed to live? How did things get so screwed up?"

"Evil became aware of the prophecy and their pursuit of Greer altered what was to have been, keeping Henry hidden from us."

"What exactly is this prophecy you keep mentioning," Leo asked from behind Piper.

"A guardian's son born outside of the dictates of the society would father a new hybrid race of more efficient guardians; bound to a charmed one, their children would play a role in the new world ruled by the twice blessed child. They would serve as great warriors at his court, and help cement a new world order of peace."

"Back up a moment," Piper exclaimed as recognition seeped into her face. "Do you mean to tell me, us, that Henry's sole purpose in life is to impregnate Paige with super guardian-witch-whitelighter babies in order to sit at Wyatt's round table?"

The others looked to the council for confirmation. Almost an entire year earlier they had learned that Prue's son Wyatt was the reincarnation of King Arthur, even coming into ownership of the famous sword Excalibur.

"Yes," Cyrus confirmed their beliefs. "Henry and Paige's children will sit at the round table as Wyatt's knights, along with the rest of their cousins. They will play an important role in the coming years as Wyatt gains power and dominion. If evil had been able to learn of this aspect they would do everything possible to keep Henry's offspring from being conceived."

"Uh, we only just got married," Paige informed the council. "I don't think we're going to be thinking of kids for quite some time," she assured herself and Henry.

Marisol walked forward, and grabbing Paige's hand in her own, pressed it to Paige's abdomen. "The god and goddess have already granted you new life," the woman informed Paige.

"Excuse me," the youngest sister said.

"It would seem as though perhaps the faery have had a direct influence on you," Marisol said cryptically. "The choice has been taken from your hands."

"Paige is…" Henry looked from Marisol back to his wife. "Seriously?"

"It looks like we can go back to the celebration," Cyrus said with a grin on his face.

Hours later the family returned from the council grounds and Henry and Paige made their way home where they hoped Billy was behaving herself. Orbing into the kitchen, Henry looked at the stove clock and read 6:17 pm. "Do you want me to heat something up for dinner," Henry asked her. Since their little discovery Paige had been eerily quiet.

Shaking her head no, she walked to the bedroom to lay down when she screamed. Henry came running, prepared to take on a group of demons despite his lack of experience. Seeing nothing, he took a hold of his wife. "Paige, what's wrong?"

"The clock, Henry. Look at the CLOCK!"

"Eleven thirty…oohhh. Are you okay?"

Paige shot him a nasty look and then slammed the door in his face. "I guess not," he said and went back to the food he was microwaving.